This is my best friend. My ever so lovely, best. friend.
Peter Weir, Picnic at Hanging Rock, 1975.
It’s funny how the roaring of the machine could have swallowed your words. I wished to ask you to speak up—-but was glad for the monster behind me. It hid the things I couldn’t bear to hear.
-Amongst the thunder of a very loud, industrial refridgerator; he spoke.
Chanel couture spring/summer 2006